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A Bohemian life, filled with poetry, it cuts like a knife, without coquetry!

A bad magician never gets the good props.

Although the art world reveres the unconventional, it is rife with conformity. Artists make work that "looks like art" and behave in ways that enhance stereotypes. Curators pander to the expectations of their peers and their museum boards. Collectors run in herds to buy work by a handful of fashionable painters. Critics stick their finger in the air to see which way the wind is blowing so as to "get it right". Originality is not always rewarded, but some people take real risks and innovate, which gives a raison d'être to the rest.

A magician with decreasing practice sessions will give defective performances.

Am reading the life of Mozart and cannot help thinking that one's capacity for suffering is in direct proportion to one's greatness.

An artist is like a handicap he needs his art to carry himself.

An artist must take comfort that there's no satisfaction whatsoever with one's creation, just a dissatisfaction that keeps one a step away from sliding into mediocrity.

An artist that makes art merely to meet a demand is a slave to what his patrons wants to see, or, hear.

An artist is someone who, needing nothing and no one, wants everything and everyone.

An artist is ultimately remembered for creating an uncompromised body of work. Uncompromised, unfettered and fiercely passionate.

An artist's life is one tenth preparation and nine tenths action.

An artist who desires very little and achieves it has failed in life.

And yet, for my art and for my loved ones, I will gladly endure to the end.

Anything can be art, it just might be bad art.

Anyone who understood art knew that it never achieved what its maker dreamed for it. Art always fell short, and the artist, far from rescuing something from the disaster of life, was thereby condemned to be a double failure.

Any ordinary person in the street can experience life just as intensely as any artist or poet.

A Photographer is limited to some types of Photography. An Artist is able to do any types of photography. It's just a matter of choice and feelings.

A red nose is the clown's mask and my moustache is mine.

Art is meaningless in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.

Art is the conscious making of numinous phenomena. Many objects are just objects - inert, merely utilitarian. Many events are inconsequential, too banal to add anything to our experience of life. This is unfortunate, as one cannot grow except by having one’s spirit greatly stirred; and the spirit cannot be greatly stirred by spiritless things. Much of our very life is dead. For primitive man, this was not so. He made his own possessions, and shaped and decorated them with the aim of making them not merely useful, but powerful. He tried to infuse his weapons with the nature of the tiger, his cooking pots with the life of growing things; and he succeeded. Appearance, material, history, context, rarity - perhaps rarity most of all - combine to create, magically, the quality of soul. But we modern demiurges are prolific copyists; we give few things souls of their own. Locomotives, with their close resemblance to beasts, may be the great exception; but in nearly all else with which today’s poor humans are filling the world, I see a quelling of the numinous, an ashening of the fire of life. We are making an inert world; we are building a cemetery. And on the tombs, to remind us of life, we lay wreaths of poetry and bouquets of painting. You expressed this very condition, when you said that art beautifies life. No longer integral, the numinous has become optional, a luxury - one of which you, my dear friend, are fond, however unconsciously. You adorn yourself with the same instincts as the primitive who puts a frightening mask of clay and feathers on his head, and you comport yourself in an uncommonly calculated way - as do I. We thus make numinous phenomena of ourselves. No mean trick - to make oneself a rarity, in this overpopulated age.

Art fuels the fire inside me.

Art gave me that freedom to enable myself. To recreate and process my thoughts, emotions and insecurities and to take ownership about what I am. Art allows me to get angry at myself, Art allows me to be hard on myself. Art allows me to be the demon under my own bed. Something that I always desired in matters of love, but never felt fully. Because with Art there is never any shackles.

Art is one of the only way that we have to remain alive as we are dying.

Art is supposed to reflect your journey through real life.

Artist communities love to bullshit each other and glad-hand one another, and there's no room for the crippling honesty of comedy. "I'm a painter" -- well... you don't...probably need to do that. . . . if you're painting something that doesn't exist, I understand that, I can appreciate- . . . but if your pain- 'oh, it's a barnyard scene in autumn'--well then just take a picture of a barn in autumn! It's way better than a painting! - Before Turning the Gun on Himself [2012]

Art does not reproduce the visible; rather, it makes visible.

Art is anything that sends you back to yourself.

Artists are the flowers of our world. The best ones are those that can stand out from the crowd and create their own concrete garden -- to move us, inspire us, and makes us think hard. A flower with no smell to it is just something to look at. However, a flower that emits a beautiful fragrance is the one we want in our homes and on our walls. Your mission as an artist, is to become the best-smelling flower in the world, so that when the day finally comes when you are plucked from the ground, the world will cry for the loss of your mind-stimulating fragrance. Be different. Be original. Nobody will remember a specific flower in garden loaded with thousands of the same flower, but they will remember the one that managed to change its color to purple. Truth Is Crying, 2008

Artists inspire each other! And to be connected soulfully is the ultimate feeling that we can ever experience !

Art is the reflection of pure emotion and mind, the nature of sensation. An artist illustrates that.

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.

Artists can't explain their works because they don't understand them themselves.

Artists pass on their dreams.

Art itself is a philosophy; it allows us to immerse ourselves freely in our own identities, and in our own pace.

Art needs to be Alive! Not only to be seen but also to be feel

Artists are agents of chaos. It is the artists job to encourage entropy, to promote chaos. Idols must be killed, icons crushed, beliefs shattered. It is the artists job to encourage legitimate, unadulterated, raw thought and emotion. Art that does nothing new, that simply fills an established role, is not art. It is a product. A stale, stagnant product of a disgustingly mundane process that has been done so much it is assumed mandatory. Little different than feces. The last thing the world needs is to get shittier.

Artists contemplate the impossible and achieve madness. We have a natural inclination to love and dream over the edge. This is our blessing. This is our curse. Our heaven, our hell.

Artists have a love affair with the invisible.

Artists have a unique ability to paint the world, and to help people see injustice. They do it not with guns, but with pens and guitars and paintbrushes.

Artists hide their identities in the brushstrokes of their paintings, the verses in their cantos, and the sentences in their novels. The true face of an artist is never on his face and this is what he prefers. Others misunderstand this displaced melancholy with an absence of melancholy.

Artists invent their own games: ones without rules.

Artists must remain in a state of awe to remain artists.

Artists rarely lead exemplary lives. In this respect, they're just like everyone else.

Art should stimulate the mind and soul

As regards the artists themselves, most of them gave up their freedom quite lightly, placing their art at the service of someone or something. As a rule, their concerns and their ambitions are those of any old careerist. I thus acquired a total distrust of art and artists, whether they were officially recognised or were endeavouring to become so, and I felt that I had nothing in common with this guild. I had a point of reference which held me elsewhere, namely that magic within art which I had encountered as a child.

At least,' I said, 'she has the virtue of sincerity.' 'Some virtue! They've all got it. They show off quite shamelessly for everybody—except themselves, of course—to see. In our trade, we say a succulent abscess or a magnificent case of eczema; similarly, they proudly exhibit their sick organs under all manner of garbs. A man who makes a plate or a shirt or a loaf of bread or anything our great great ancestors called a work of art, has no need to try to be sincere; all he can do is practice his craft to the best of his ability. But once he starts making useless things, how can he not be sincere? I'm using the word in the somewhat weird sense that you yourself seem to understand it.)

A true artist does not ever stop creating art!

A Writer in Love. I was just a word weaver What did I know of love? Only that Some days when the words weren’t enough, I knew I was in love.

Be braver. Be more honest. Don’t hold onto what you knew in the past. Artists are meant to express what other people cannot. That is why an artist, of any type, is given a privileged position in society. They are meant to inspire and we are very reliant on inspiration to help us in our lives. You cannot inspire if you are not honest. What is honest for you now will take more courage to carry and hold than it did in the past.

Before becoming an artist myself, I used to visit galleries and I enjoy someone's work... Now I visit galleries and I can enjoy seeing others enjoying my work.